Now it is time to reveal some part of my story when i was a child. A dark past that somehow affects me to be who i am now. A dark past that is a reason for me not to be comfortable when someone is angry or someone is not feeling comfortable with me, especially if that person is someone very special to me. It does not matter if you are a friend or relative, as long as I love you, you are a special person for me. When i was a kid, I have done many wird things and it is all because of how other people interact with me. Since I started studying, I was always bullied till I reach 2nd year high school. I only have few friends then. All of my classmates were against me and they are no days where I'll go home without any bruises or without me crying. The worst of these bullying happened when I was in second year. May it be somehow good due to somehow I got a lot of friends that time but it is the worst due to it is something you could call matter of life and death.It was that year those people injured my ring finger on my left hand. It may look normal but the way it hurts, I tell you it is not good. It was the year where I was embarrsed in public by those people. It was that year where I am afraid to leave the room due to someone is hunting me and would punch me if I do. It was the year where I experienced being thrown by stones, pushed by chairs, and hit in the head with a wood craft project. It was the year where I have no choice but to endured it all. I am physically weak and born with health problems and thats a reason I can not fight them head on. I have reported it to the principal even to the Prefect but nothing happens till the time my mother go to the school due to my finger having a fracture. Then that time they somehow stop bullying me that harsh. but the thing is they do still bully me until my last year in my High School. But in that I know already how to fight back, and I'll fight only when needed. It does not only affect physically but also mentally. I was called names and was treated like I not human. It was due to all of these bullying that I commit suicide, that due to anger to the world I almost got my friend killed (which was now my best friend). It was also that time that my goal is having friends no matter what the method is, even threatening there lives but this things that I do stop when I was in grade four. Also considering the fact that my father was a drunkard that time, that whenever he got drunk and I somehow pissed him off (because he is easily pissed off when drunk) I got hurt depending on the situation. I remember when I took a knife and point it on him due to my anger and saw him cry for the first time. These memories still hunts me now. And it still does affect me. These memories made me remember and realise why I treasure my friends so much, and why, even when abused, I still forgive and continue the friendship. I hate to be rejected and hate for my friends to abbandon me. I do all things I can just for them and try to correct them when they are wrong. I comfort and support them any way I can. These may have told you something about me. This is only a part of it. Only a part of it.
This month, a very respected person died. a person who have been part of Philippine history and was called mother of Democracy.She was Former President Corazon C. Aquino, who was the first Female Philippine President and the wife of the late Ninoy Aquino. She died of a disease and I tell you, her death bring forth the sky to cry even during her funeral. It is the day when all of her supporters, all those who idolize her and all those who believe in her mourn for her death. It is sorrowful moment for her family and for the Filipinos. Late that night, the funeral was shown in the news along with songs for freedom. I almost cry, realizing that a President who once gave that the Philippines freedom, died. Her words that I'll always remeber: "I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life.-Cory Aquino". A life given for the Filipinos, a life of our president, a life that won't be pput in vain. May her death be the start of a fair and good elections next year. President Cory, thank you and we tell you we won't let your death and sacrifices be in vain.
*I know many would react on this blog or won't mind this blog. But I tell you. Blogs are made to express ones self, to express ones ideas. right? till next post.*
